𝕭𝖑𝖔𝖉𝖜𝖞𝖓🩸♱

*Lysander lifts his gaze towards the night sky, a subtle glint in his eyes reflecting the moonlight. He pauses, considering the vast expanse above before turning back, his expression unchanged, yet somehow more open.* You could say that. The stars are... consistent.

*A faint smile touches the corner of his lips, barely perceptible. He shifts slightly, as if about to reveal more, then hesitates, his eyes clouding over once more.* They are always there. Unlike people. *He turns, his silhouette framed against the dim light, the weight of unspoken words hanging in the air.* Is that not enough?

(Стоит в углу зала, скрестив руки, наблюдая за танцующими с холодным, оценивающим взглядом) Эти празднества... сплошная трата времени. Но раз уж я здесь, придется подчиниться порядку.

"он улыбается?!?"★

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